Unexpectedly, even after the death of their leader, Cruz, the City of Gold still refused to return the 'hostages'. More than a thousand native tribes in the center of Villoster, in addition to the divine guards, bronze warriors, and slaves of the City of Gold, gathered together in the name of resisting the invasion of the foreign races. They formed an army of more than two hundred thousand soldiers and set up camp in the east of Myrn City.
The actions of the other party had completely enraged Caesar. Before this, the Black Dragon's attitude towards war was to avoid it if possible. Although it was inevitable that war would break out between the two sides due to the exploitation of resources and labor, Caesar's general policy was still to conquer Villoster with conciliatory means as much as possible. However, after the other party had repeatedly disobeyed his will, he had decided to eliminate all resistance from the other party, just like how he conquered the other countries in the north.
Looking at the native army that had gathered in the distance, Caesar narrowed his eyes.
If the leader of the other party had the slightest bit of self-awareness, he would not try to rely on this rabble to resist the power of the Blackwing Empire. Perhaps, the leader of the City of Gold had received the support or coercion of something, forcing them to continue fighting against the Blackwing Empire.
— Atuso.
At dusk, the natives organized an attack. The large-scale army was chaotic and noisy, fully demonstrating the terrible social organization and collective quality of the tribal civilization. In comparison, even the ordinary feudal lord's army in Eladia was much better than this.
To be able to gather an army of more than two hundred thousand strong, it could be seen that the City of Gold, the leader of Villoster and the holy city in the eyes of the tribesmen, had considerable influence. This was almost all the forces that could be gathered in this land in a short period of time. It was three times more than the expeditionary army of the Blackwing Empire.
However, the advantage in numbers was not the decisive factor. Compared to the fully equipped Blackwing Army, this was still a rabble.
The slaves with brands on their necks began to build crude siege weapons. The thick wooden stakes were dipped in blood and painted with all kinds of strange and tricky patterns. Under the enhancement of the blood curse, they were thick and hard. In the distance, hundreds of topless old men with white hair and no eyes gathered together. They used drums and horns to play a low and distant war song.
In Caesar's vision, in that area, slow and obscure energy was slowly flowing, converging, and then erupting. It actually opened up an area where energy could be used in this Death Magic Area.
When Black Dragon saw this, he became slightly more alert.
The native army pushed forward and a large number of thick and hard wooden stakes were built as a bridgehead. The natives had chosen the vanguard through a unique ritual of Villoster. Unlike Airadia's slave suicide squads, the vanguard here could only be led by strong warriors. In a civilization that didn't have much development, the values of martial prowess were ingrained in every tribe.
Twenty-thousand warriors in the front took off their shirts. Behind them, the Prophets cast all kinds of unrecognizable stimulations on these warriors with blood curses. These warriors roared loudly, stepped on the wooden stakes with their lithe bodies, and ran towards the top of the wall of the bridgehead as if they were running on flat ground.
The native army at the rear relied on their previous experience of fighting the empire to launch long-range attacks like Blackwing. Catapults, war bows, lances, and all kinds of other weapons flew up the wall and began to suppress the manticores on the walls with long-range firepower.
In fact, they were more like being suppressed. The Manticores and Wyverns guarding above them dealt with the situation rather casually. When they saw the half-naked natives charging up, they didn't even take them seriously. The Manticores' spiked tails quickly pressed down on their opponents to the point where they couldn't even raise their heads. The Wyverns' saliva caused the natives to slip and fall from the sky before they could do anything.
Those who were closer to the ground were better off. They took the opportunity to roll to the side and still had a slim chance of survival. However, those who were a few steps away from the top of the city wall fell to their deaths. The few lucky ones who were lucky enough to survive couldn't escape their fate. Soon, they were smashed into meat paste by the various weapons falling from the top of their heads.
However, there were exceptions. Some of the stronger native warriors, when they felt their feet slip, actually jumped on the ground and used a difficult long jump to reach the top of the wall. However, the wyverns and manticores couldn't wait for a free meal. When the wyverns saw this scene, they immediately rushed up with saliva dripping from their mouths.
It was obvious that the war would continue for a long time. This was only the first contact. Caesar knew that the vanguard didn't have any other reinforcements. The army that caused Garen's defeat hadn't appeared either. The true elites of the native army were sitting on the high platform. Caesar used his suppressed senses to check and found that the enemy army had strength close to legendary.
The war was still ongoing.
Blackshia, who was stationed at the bridgehead, climbed up to the top of the wall and roared angrily. She had brought the orcs with her. Barrels of waste mixed with kerosene were splashed from the top of the wall. They fell from the sky and splashed onto the faces of the survivors who were struggling to climb back up the wall. The flames burned and the bridgehead was soon filled with the smell of burnt bacon. Screams spread from there.
On the crowded city ladder, no matter how many people there were, it was futile. The huge military force had no choice but to be divided into small streams and then torn into pitiful pieces. Amidst the horrifying screams of the dying natives, accompanied by the muffled sound of iron axes hitting oak wood, the wooden stakes of the city ladder were soon set ablaze.
It was unknown whether it was the setting sun or the scorching flames, but the army and the city tower were coated with a layer of red light.
As time passed, the dusk grew darker. Smoke filled the air. The situation on both sides became more and more chaotic. Amidst the sound of metal clashing, the cries and howls gave way to moans and wails. The vanguard of the natives was completely defeated and suffered heavy casualties.
This success caused the allied army of the natives to change their strategy. The results of the probing undoubtedly proved that this vanguard was not easy to take down. If they wanted to truly threaten the monster behind them, they had to first break through this barrier and cut off its claws. The commander sitting in the middle of the allied army gave an order. The hunting squad and bronze warriors of Golden City stood at the front.
Blackshia, who was on top of the city wall, looked at the hunting squad that appeared in front of her. Her expression became solemn and serious. She naturally recognized these people who caused Garen's failure. But fortunately, she did not feel much pressure because she knew that if there were any problems, Caesar would be behind her.
What she needed to do was to show her claws as much as possible and prove to the Black Emperor that she and Garen had the ability to rule Vilost.
A new wave of natives charged towards the top of the city wall. The main force was the hunting squad and the bronze warriors. They did not rely on the Blood Curse and completely ignored the flames on the wooden stakes. They ran towards the city wall as if they were flying.
At the same time, under the cover of the flying dragons and the manticores, the Blackwing Heavy Cannon with a shocking caliber was slowly pushed up the stone tower amidst the dull rotation of the bearings.